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1d
Psilocybin silly when the
cops arrive.
Sitting on the couch naked,
laughter, aching jaws.
They ask where my wallet is?
I ask, where are my pants?
Even they laugh.
I can't say mushrooms are
all bad.
They are the catalysts that
brought me back to the
hospital to deal with the
real killer...
*****.
True Story.
I recently did an open mic via zoom at the writer's workshop in Iowa City.  Here's a link.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WKnpk9OMWXg&t=25s
Thomas W Case
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Thomas W Case  56/M/Clear Lake
(56/M/Clear Lake)   
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